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Filthy billy (kinda?) Lol

Mechanic!Billy fucking you in the back of the shop (bathroom etc) while everyone else is on lunch, you have to keep quiet so they dont hear you but Billy is being particularly naughty and mischievous and you accidentally cry out and get caught. Whether Billy gets fired or not is up to you 😁

Thank you so much for the request my lovely anon!! Hope you enjoy it!! Was so fun to write!! You and I are on the same wave length baby, because Mechanic Billy makes me a little unhinged, ngl.

Billy Hargrove x Female Reader

Title: Keep It Down, Baby Girl

Warnings: This is smut so please be over 18!! Language, p in v, cream pie (because Billy will never wear a condom in my stories unless you request him to), Billy's got a big dick, He's trying to keep you quiet, but he's a little slut and he can't help but make you crazy hot and... well... loud... I mean look at the man. A little bit of Billy worship going on in this fic... lol

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You can't quite believe you're really doing this, that you let him convince you to sneak away for a quickie in his workplace bathroom of all places, but then again you kind of knew it was going to happen. The moment you walked into that garage and looked at your man in a dirty, what was once, white tank top, now stained with grease, gray/blue mechanic's coveralls hanging low around his hips when you walked in bringing him an impromptu lunch. Looking at that sweaty, tan, muscular body, cigarette dangling from his pretty pouty lips. Big hands stained with grease. Those eyes, the way they sized you up and down... and that little smirk. Yeah, you knew it.

Here you are now, in the tiny restroom down the hall, practically face down in the little sink, skirt up around your waist, your man balls deep in your tight cunt, fucking you senseless while the rest of the shop is on lunch break. Trying your best to be as quiet as possible but the thing is... Billy is big, and thick and well, being quiet wasn’t your strong suit, at least not with him. His cock destroys you and worst of all (or was it best of all) was that Billy absolutely loved this about you.

Your pretty doe eyes stare at his perfect face in the reflection of the dirty mirror over the sink. He's so damn handsome, disheveled in the sexiest way. His dirty blonde hair has gotten long, pretty curls dancing around his shoulders, wild and out of control. Sweat dripping, disappearing down the collar of his tank top, leaving a wet patch there, same under his pits and you wish you could lick it all up. He makes you completely feral and you've honestly never wanted to lick the sweat off of any man until you met Billy. Something about him. He's rough, always like an animal in heat... or maybe that was you when he was around. Your man was a god. He was pure sex. Just baked off him no matter what he was doing.

He watches you watching him in the mirror. Licks his pretty lips, fat pink tongue slipping out, wetting them as he looks at your gorgeous blissed out face. Those pretty eyes of yours cut straight to his heart and to his groin, loves seeing you like this, all needy and flustered under him. Grips your hips and waist tight as he plows into you from behind, gritting his teeth, staring you down in the mirror.

"Such a pretty girl." He huffs in a deep sexy voice and you melt back against him.

Your hand reaches back to grab at his massive thigh, feeling his flexing muscles as he fucks hard into you, rutting wildly, making your hip bones smack against the porcelain of the sink. His big hands squeezing at you roughly, making your whole body feel like it's on fire. Always manhandles you and you absolutely love it.

"Ohhhh Billy!" You moan loudly, dramatically, forgetting for a beat where you two were. His thick fingers coming up fast, shoving three of the thick digits into your hot open mouth, muffling your sexy cries.

His hot lips right against your ear, pressing you uncomfortably forward, huffs of hot breath tickling you, giving rise to goosebumps that go from your neck to your toes and you can’t help but giggle around his fingers.

"Keep it down, baby girl. Wouldn’t want the whole garage knowing what a needy little slut you are for my cock, now would we?" He growls, his fat thick tongue licks a broad strip up the side of your delicate neck and that only makes you moan louder.

The thing is, Billy’s pornographic in every way. Just all sex, even when he's not trying. Just doing mundane things. He can't help it. He’s thick and rough and very sloppy and well, his cock is huge, with a perfect curve that hits your G spot, spot on, every damn time, especially from this angle. You can feel every inch and vein of the huge thing, tip smacking against your cervix over and over again, making you whimper and whine at your reflection, the intensity making you feel overwhelmed and kinda dizzy. It's not just big, but it's so thick too, stretching you out so good, like no other man has, ever. You honestly can't control the sounds you're making and he knows it, gets a kick out of it. Likes to pretend he's annoyed but really he’s getting off on it.

"Shit baby, this cunt is insatiable." Billy grunts, smacking your ass hard, echoing through the tiny space and you can't help but giggle again because the sting feels too good and you're kind of giddy, grinding your body back against his, in response.

You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to shut yourself up. Your normally perfect hair is a slutty mess, stuck to your face, your cheeks hot. Pretty eyes starting to water, from the overwhelming pleasure of your man's thick cock rutting inside you, hitting all the right spots with every brutal thrust, like only Billy can. This is the way he loves you. Thinks you are at your most beautiful when he's fucking into your tight heat. Trying so hard to keep quiet, to be a good girl for your man, but you keep grunting, and letting out these little strangled whimpers. Your thighs shaking uncontrollably, trying to hold yourself up, bracing, hot skin against cold sink, legs open uncomfortably wide, his grip too tight. You cry out, you sound like an animal, high pitched and sexy as fuck. He can feel it vibrating through his whole hand.

"Mmm,... such a naughty girl, making all those pretty noises, letting me bend you over, use your cunt in this dirty bathroom, and at my work too... tsk, tsk." He shakes his head in mock disgust, voice deep and throaty against the side of your face. His breath is making you dizzy with lust, mixture of slight mint and too many cigarettes.

He's trying to sound in control, but you can tell by the little huffs coming from his mouth that he's losing it already. His heavy balls slap against your clit, thick fingers muffling your cries of pleasure. Your eyes meet in the grimy mirror, you suck his fingers hard, all sexy and sloppy, getting off on that blissed out lustful look in his sleepy blue eyes.

You can't stop moaning, your eyes roll back then flutter closed as you surrender to your man and the pleasure exploding throughout your entire body, tasting motor oil off those dirty fingers, but you don't give a shit. He curls his fingers inside your mouth, brushing softly against the back of your throat, making you gag a little bit, which makes you whimper more as a tear rolls down your cheek.

"Mmm, such a dirty little thing. Get off on choking on my fingers." His words come out breathless and you love that you can feel his control slipping, his stuttering rhythm, his choked off moans. You know your man well enough, you're affecting him just as much as he's affecting you and that thought, that you can get Billy Hargrove to lose his shit, never gets old, no matter how long you two have been together.

You nibble on his thick fingers, then suckle on them greedily, imagining his cock in your mouth, your soft tongue swirling around and a string of drool falls past your lips and slides down his hand. You grind your hips back against his, meeting his desperate thrusts. You so badly want to feel him come undone, want to push your man over the edge. But you also want this to last. It's fun, kind of dangerous and it thrills you both. Not your first time in an almost public situation.

Your tits spill over the top of your flimsy tank top, bouncing as he ruts into you. His fingers leave your mouth, and fall onto your bouncing tits, groping them roughly, then pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.

"Ooohhh, fuck Billy, yeah... just like that, baby!" You cry out. At this point the danger of getting caught is kind of exciting you. Fucking your man like an animal in this cramped little restroom, kinda makes it feel hotter than it should and you might regret that later, but right now, you don't care.

Your eyes meet in the mirror again and he smirks at the blissed out look on your soft pretty face. Billy has never seen you more beautiful, pouty pink lips, hair a complete mess, lust filled eyes, your mouth slightly open and these sounds... these gorgeous sexy sounds coming from those plush lips. Feels like he could cum just listening to you.

"Wanna cum all over my fat cock, dontcha pretty girl?” He grunts.

"Billy please, shut up or I'm gonna lose it!" You whine, not ready for this to end, it feels too good. At the same time you squeeze and clench your pussy down on his shaft because you know he loves when you do that. He moans and his sounds are like kindling, making the fire inside your walls intensify and you cry out loudly again.

His heavy hand slaps over your mouth, muffling your loud moans while his hips hit lewdly against your sweet ass, making it bounce and jiggle.

"What did I say? Keep it down you noisy little whore." He growls under his breath, but he's clearly getting off on your inability at staying quiet.

"Don't want everyone to hear what a cock hungry slut you are, do ya?" A smirk playing over his lips. "Or maybe you’d like that, yeah? Like the idea of one of my buddies walking in and seeing me railing this tight little cunt." He chuckles breathlessly, pulling your hips hard against his, burying his big cock deeper inside your wetness. The sounds of sex echoing against the ceramic tiles in this tiny space. If anyone was outside this door, there'd be no doubt about what was happening inside.

You whimper and whine into his palm. Your mind hazing over with pleasure, feeling his thick cock filling you so deep. You take it, you love it, feeling helpless, kind of trapped in this spot as, on one end he covers your mouth, on the other, he takes your cunt. You're taking it all like Billy’s good girl, taking what he gives you. Letting him use you. You don't want to lose this delicious ache, Billy's big cock stretching you open wide, hitting everything just right, making your toes curl in your sexy little ankle boots.

"Mmm, Billy... baby, please don't stop!!" Your body arching, leaning your head way back, his hand slips from your mouth as you moan. You reach up and grip the back of his head, running your manicured nails through his sweaty curls. You hold his face close to your ear, keeping his slightly chapped lips pressed against you, feeling the little huffs that escape his mouth, cigarette breath caressing your cheek.

"Mmm, my baby, my sweet girl... feel so fuckn' good!" He groans, nipping at your shoulder, then licking over the spot he just bit, leaving you wet. The force of his fucks pushing your face almost against the glass of the mirror in front of you.

You tremble, feeling that familiar pressure between your thighs. A little flutter that means you're so close. He reaches his hand around and rubs your sensitive clit roughly with the pad of his thick thumb, then pinching it between his fingers, rolling it softly and tugging it. Then he slaps it hard. God, he knows you, knows exactly what his girl needs to lose it. You've been together long enough, knows how to make you cum hard.

"Cum for me, baby, just be a good girl and be fuckn' quiet about it!" He doesn't wait for you to respond, just fucks you at a furious pace, the wet sounds filling the room feel more sexy than embarrassing. His hand on your hip pulling you into him with every thrust while he continues to rub your clit with the other. You can only clench your teeth trying not to be too loud, but a scream builds in your throat as your orgasm crashes over you and you cry out again.

"FUCK, OHHH BILLY! OHHH FUCK!!" You scream out loud, filing the whole room and slightly rattling the glass on the tiny mirror in front of you. Your nails digging into his scalp, holding his face close to you. Need to smell him and feel his breath on you.

Billy groans, a deep sound, vibrating from his chest. You can feel it against your back. Feels your juices gushing around his cock. The sounds you're making are too much for him, too beautiful, too sexy.

"Fuck! Take my load, all for you, baby girl!" He roars, slamming into you one more time before holding your hips still. You feel the throbbing and then hot spurts of thick cum hitting inside your walls, filing your pussy and leaking out around his thick cock. You scream out again, gripping the edges of the sink, your head forward, practically falling into the sink itself as you curve your back to give him the deepest access to you.

You hear him chuckle softly before lifting your chin with his fingers, pressing his lips against yours, "That's my good girl." He praises, kissing you sloppily, licking into your mouth and across your lips and teeth. Shoves is tongue in deep and you softly suckle on it. His hips rock softly against you, his cock softening inside, his cum spilling out and down your thighs.

Reality crashes in on you as soon as you're cleaned up and you open the door to a garage full of burly men. The room is eerily silent but you feel the weight of a dozen pairs of eyes on you. Your endorphins already high, making your heart race and your cheeks burn hotly with sudden embarrassment.

You tug at your skirt, pulling it down, adjusting your top, suddenly feeling very exposed in your skimpy outfit. You weren't really that loud, were you? They definitely couldn't possibly hear all that... could they? You avoid making any eye contact.

Out of your peripheral vision you see Billy come out of the restroom, adjusting his coveralls, looking every bit the smug asshole he is. Shit eating grin plastered on his pretty face, clearly happy with the attention. One thing you’ve learned about your boyfriend is the man loves an audience.

Moments later: You cling to Billy's hand as you walk outside the garage in the bright sunshine and towards the Camaro. You seriously feel like you want to cry, however, Billy seems quite unperturbed by his sudden unemployment.

Leaning against the side of the car, legs spread wide, pulling you in between his parted thighs.

"Don't you worry, baby, I'll find a new job. Besides, think of the story we'll have to tell the rug rats someday." He winks and chuckles, the sun making the little freckles over his nose pop and his blue eyes sparkle. God he is so pretty.

You giggle. "Omg Billy! You're crazy!"

He just smirks down at you, hands sliding around to grab your ass one cheek in each palm, giving them a hard squeeze. Leans in and brushes his slightly chapped lips against the tip of your nose.

"Crazy about you, sweetheart." Giving the tip of your nose a little wet kiss. God he's so cheesy, but it's just one of many reasons why you love him.

"Now, c'mon, baby, let's get home before I bend you over the hood and give those assholes a real show." He winks, tongue running over his teeth.

You roll your eyes, knowing you better leave fast. Know he has a way of getting you into compromising positions and you’re done with that… at least for today.

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What do you think Billy would do if he found out no one has ever made his girl squirt? Or that she always stopped before she could squirt because she thought she was going to piss? 💦

Billy wants to please you, he’s also super cocky and determined he’s going to be the one to make it happen for you

You know Billy would be smirking, knowing no other guy could get you off enough. "By the time I'm done with you, sweetheart, you'll be squirting all over my cock like a fuckn’ fountain.” 🤭

He’s going to act like a teacher

(because seriously, the balls he has to say “you just haven’t had the right teacher.” To Karen always makes me laugh and shows just how damn cocky he is)

So I can see him getting all like ��Oh, I'll make you understand that feeling you have, baby girl, thinking you’re going to piss is just your body's way of telling you that you're about to have the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life." 😂😂

Am I right?? He’s going to be so determined to show you a good time and only he can give you that

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Peak character design is a red shirt underneath a leather jacket.

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BILLY HARGROVE in STRANGER THINGS 2 ↳ Chapter Eight: The Mind Flayer

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Reblogging for manifestation 🩷

Was reading an article about Dacre’s new directorial debut… at the end of the article I saw this…

Please be true!!!! 🥹

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The thing i don’t get about people who are so set on hating on Billy, even after watching season 3, is the absolute certainty that he was not a human being - a boy - capable of change.

Like. Come on. Everything could have happened during the seven months that separated s2 from s3. For what we know, in that fragment of time billy could have apologized to steve. to lucas. both Sadie and Dacre said that billy had been respecting her boundaries, they were not friends yet but at least they had started to be civil towards each other.

Max looked DESPERATE as she saw him crying in the sauna. She was devastated by his death, so much that she wanted to join him.

And this is not only because he was her brother, but because she had seen potential. in him. to change.

So why can’t you?

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Hi it's me - back at it again with bully, blonde characters living rent-free in my head ♡

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Billy Hargrove deserves a cuddle. Reblog if you agree.

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Request- auughghhhh I would love a fic of Billy and gf buying their first house together and she want to paint a part of the house a nice pink but he keeps whining abt it (blah blah pink isn’t “masculine” blah) but then she comes home from work one day and finds that Billy painted it pink while she was gone to surprise her. And perhaps if you are so inclined billy could get paint on gf and himself, so of course they just HAVE to have a shower together (either fluffy intimacy or smut ensues). I’m awful at writing prompts/ requests but I’d love anything along those lines 😅 just Billy doing anything and everything (albeit begrudgingly) to make his girl happy

Okay! WOW, I am so sorry it took me absolutely forever to get this to you. Was planning on making this a smut piece, but decided the smut is what was taking me so long to finish. I thought it was cute as it was. So I hope you like it ❤️ Since I know who you are (because you confessed, lol) if you want me to do a separate shower smut I can

Thank you so much for the request.

Title: Anything For My Girl

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, flirting

My Masterlist in case you need more Billy

“Pink, babe? Oh hell no!!”

Billy scoffs, blue eyes narrowing as he stares down at your soft pretty face. His tan muscular body flexing beneath a tight white tank top as he leans against the kitchen counter.

“Please Bills… ! It’s just the spare bedroom!” You try to sound all sweet and cute, batting your eyelashes up at him, giving his bicep a little squeeze, which usually works, but today Billy wasn’t having any of it. No way was he painting any room in his house, the house you two worked so hard for, scraped and saved every last penny to buy, PINK.

“We're painting it a manly color. Somethin’ classy, ya know? Was thinking we can paint it, I don’t know, red or black maybe. Put in one of those black lights, maybe hang up some beer lights." Ocean eyes glancing down at your cleavage as you lean into his muscular chest.

You scoff, rolling your eyes “That’s classy? We don’t live in a bar, Billy." It’s your house too, damn it. Why does he always have to get his way? It's just one room.

“Yeah well, we don’t live in a dollhouse either, babe," he huffs, jaw clenching. His face softens as he grips your chin gently, an amused look suddenly crossing over his handsome face.

“Baby, I’d do just about anything for you, ya know that. But I draw the damn line at making my house look like toddler’s room,” he leans down and kisses your nose.

“Please Billy?” You give the puppy eyes one more try. Pink is your absolute favorite color and you have always wanted a pink room, since you were a little girl. Now that you finally owned your own home, well, you wanted it even more.

He smirks, rubbing along your lips with his thumb. “Don't give me that bullshit pout, it ain't gonna work.” He pushes off the counter walking over and pouring coffee into a mug.

“Look... I said no. It's bad enough I have to sleep with those damn flowers on my sheets every night." He snorts.

“Fine, be that way. I have to get to work." You huff and keep pouting. At this point it's just your face, it's not even purposefull.

"So what are you doing today on your day off?” You ask grumpily, changing the subject. Billy usually had Fridays off and spent it fixing up your new little house. It needed a ton of work, which is the only reason you two were able to afford it in the first place. Needed a new roof, carpets torn up, plumbing and electrical work done and Billy said he could do it all himself. Plus it's in the shittest part of town, but neither of you cared because it's all yours. Finally able to move away from your parents and feel like actual adults. You were so lucky he was such a handyman.

After pouring his coffee he leans back against the counter, getting a kick out of watching you sulk. You were cute when you were pouting, most times he couldn’t resist you, would never tell you that though. No way in hell he was going to cave on this one. He was the man after all. He watches you with a smirk on his lips. Your arms folded over your chest. He takes another sip of coffee, eyeing your cleavage again. God you’re making this difficult.

“Well, baby, gonna run some errands. Pick up the tiles n' shit for the bathroom from the hardware store.” Finally answering your question. Puts his coffee cup down and saunters over to you, wrapping his thick arms around your waist. Nuzzles his cold nose into the crook of your neck, kissing you lightly. “Some yard work maybe, gotta clean up out back, it’s a real jungle out there, do some weeding. You know…shirtless, maybe get all sweaty.” He smirks against your skin, his voice dropping low and sexy.

You're fuming inside. But him... his smell... his mustache tickling your neck. His body so hot against you. He voice so deep, smooth like honey, sending a wake of goosebumps down your side. You feel yourself starting to melt into him, losing yourself. Just one kiss... a hot, sexy, wet kiss goodbye. Not going to see your man for 8 plus hours. Just one. You're trying to stay angry and not give in. You're just so achingly hot for this man of yours, it's insane the power he has over you. But no! You're not letting this one go. You softly push against his pecs, begrudgingly walking away and grabbing your purse off of the kitchen counter.

“Well, have a nice day!" You say, flat and one note, as you head towards the door.

He chuckles deeply, watching you, eyes locking in on your beautiful ass as it sways in your work skirt. In a few quick strides he catches your wrist and twirls you towards him. “Aww, don't be like that, baby." His other hand tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, slowly brushing his thick fingers across your cheek. God, why does he have to do this to you. Why can't he just let you be mad at him. He's so damn needy.

His slightly chapped lips touch yours softly, coating them in your lipgloss. His thick tongue is quickly inside your mouth, dancing against yours despite your best efforts to fight against it. He pulls away, little string of spit connecting your lips to his. "There. That's better. Couldn't have my baby mad at me all day." His thumb brushing against your pink, kiss-swollen lips one more time, wiping away any wetness left behind and also smearing your lipgloss.

You sigh in frustration and turn to leave when you feel Billy's hand hitting hard against your ass, the sound echoing through your tiny unfinished kitchen. The sharpness making you gasp. You turn, looking at him angrily but you just can't stay mad at him. A slow smirk spreads over your lips, as you shake your head, looking at his stupidly perfect face. He wins. You turn away with another sigh, rolling your eyes as you head out the door.

A smug grin over his face as he watches you go. Missing you already. Knows you love him. For the first time in his life, he's sure of that.

As the door closes behind you, Billy gives a little chuckle, running his hand through his messy morning unwashed curls, shaking his head at what he's about to do. Grabs his keys and as soon as he's sure you're gone, heads out to the Camaro instead of his truck, she's so much faster.

Twenty minutes later he's walking through Hawkins local hardware store. Above his head a sign reads "In Business Since 1902". Hawkins is such a shit little town, wishes you two were in California right now. Someday. It's part of your plan. Just not yet. One thing at a time.

His eyes scan the rows of paint cans, picking up a nice satin finish for the walls of your spare bedroom. He looks around, making sure no one's looking at him, doesn’t need anyone knowing what color he’s picking out, as he searches through the paint swatches, finally finding the softest, most delicious delicate bubble gum pink he can find. He smirks to himself, knowing this color is exactly what you would have picked out yourself. You're going to love it. Making you happy was all he ever wants to do. His man cave dreams on hold for now.

Back home, Billy spends the entire day transforming the sparse spare room, muscles flexing as he rolls the softest bubble gum color onto the smooth walls. Ratt blaring from the boombox sitting on the bare wood floor. He sings along, slightly off key, but no one's home so he belts it out loud. Every so often he steps back, admiring his handiwork. He grins at how nice it's coming along. As the first coat dries he heads to the kitchen.

His famous chili. Okay, famous to you anyway, since you and Max are the only two people he's ever made it for. Doesn't take much to whip it up. Thinks it would be perfect for dinner. Loves to cook on his days off, especially now that he's away from Neil. Likes to try new recipes. Misses the amazing food choices in California. Years of Susan's lack of culinary skills, he couldn't wait to get out of that house and finally eat good food again. He tries to remember some of the recipes his mom used to make, but sometimes he doesn't like to remember her too much. This one though, he made it up himself through experimenting, using you and Max as guinea pigs. Gathers the ingredients, onions, beef, tomatoes, his own secret spice blend and that one secret ingredient... beer.

The Billy Hargrove from even just a year ago would never have painted a room pink for some chick, or fuck.. made her dinner... or had a secret spice blend. Sometimes he can't believe you two did this together. Fell in love, bought a house. Seemed like something he never thought about doing, ever. Then he met you and everything changed. The hold you have over him, it seemed to have come out of nowhere. Being with you just always felt right, felt like home. He heads back to finish the second coat as the chili simmers on the stove.

Meanwhile, you are having the day from hell at the restaurant where you work part time. There was a massive lunch rush that turned into a dinner rush, a constant stream of demanding customers and a kitchen that couldn't keep up. Your manager was on your ass because you covered for a co-workers mixup, not wanting her to get in trouble on her first week. By the time things finally died down you were utterly exhausted, your feet sore, your back was an aching mess, and your patience shot. Fridays were like that sometimes and you hated it, but the tips were good, even in this small town. Plus you knew after this you had the whole weekend with your man. You were wiping down the last table, glancing at the clock, just a little longer.

He hears you come in the front door and closes the lid on the pot. Strides over to you, knowing immediately you've had a shitty day.

"Hey baby." He murmurs, voice so soothing you could cry. You squish your face immediately into his hard chest, breathing him in. His arms around your waist, holding you close. He's so strong, so solid, you melt against him. He's your rock. You and him against the world.

"Rough day, sweetheart?" He asks, brushing your hair back from your face. "I made chili, maybe that'll help." He chuckles softly, rubbing your back up and down.

"Mmm smells so good." You mumble against him. "I'm starving.” You sniff the air. “What's that other smell?" It's chemically and you assume it's from whatever project he's been working on around the house.

His soft blue eyes sparkle when you tilt your head up towards his face, resting your chin against his chest. He grins, a self satisfied look crosses over him. You furrow your eyebrows slightly. He takes your hand in his, interlacing your fingers together, and leads you to the spare bedroom.

As you both get closer to the open door, he stands back and lets you go in first. Watching your face, waiting to see your reaction.

"OMG! Billy!!" Your hands fly to your open mouth in complete surprise and you start to cry, you can't help it. You turn to him, only now really noticing the paint stains over his thick fingers and on his tank top. You were so distracted by your own tiredness you totally missed them. Not only did he paint today, but it's the most perfect shade of pink you could ever imagine.

You hear him chuckling softly, stepping closer, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. You admire the fresh pink color and love how it changes as the sun sets outside the open windows. He pulls your back flush against his chest, resting his chin on your head as you look around the room. It’s perfect. Exactly the color you wanted. He knows you too well.

"You like it, baby?" He asks, big hands squeezing your hips.

"Billy, I love it! But..what happened to your man cave?" You turn and look up to him, kissing his stubbly chin. You love that he doesn’t shave as obsessively as he used to, love that his hair is getting longer, love that he's so tough on the outside but he has a soft under belly.

He laughs. "What can I say? Guess just want to make my girl happy."

He kisses your soft lips, his hands moving up, slowly caressing your face. Pulling back he realizes he's gotten pink paint all over your cheeks. He huffs at the streaks of bubble gum pink on your pretty skin as he gently tries to wipe it off with his thumb, only making it smear even more. He shakes his head.

"Sorry babe, got some paint on ya." A soft smile tugging at his lips.

"Guess I match the room now." You giggle up at him.

"Pink is definitely your color, pretty girl." He nips at your lips playfully.

"Hmm... well... that's too bad. Guess maybe I should go in the shower. You know, wash up. I mean... I might need a little help though, you know, getting it all off? You were the one who made the mess after all." You say playfully, suddenly not tired anymore.

"Mmm, I think you're right, baby. Since I’m the one who made the mess, it's only fair to you that I’m the one to clean it up." He smiles, his tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek.

"Such a messy boy." You playfully scold, shaking your head at him.

He chuckles deep. "You ain't seen nothing yet."

Your hands come up to grip his tank top, feeling his hard muscles underneath the cotton, the way they flex and move as he kisses your mouth, all messy and hot, delicious, like only he can.

You push his pecs away, softly. "Billy, thank you. For painting the room for me. I love you so much." You smile up at him.

"Love you too baby. Just want to make you happy, give you everything you ever wanted." He breathes in deep.

"Thank you for loving me, even though I am a messy, angry, stubborn dick sometimes."

"Sometimes?" You tease.

His mouth is on yours again in a beat, hands sliding down to your thighs, thick fingers digging into your softness. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his hips, locking your ankles together behind him. As you continue to kiss he starts walking you toward the bathroom, so you can show your man just how grateful you are that he's sacrificing his man cave just for you, and show him how much you really love him.

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Hey baby ❤️😘

Having SO many thoughts about Billy today and just want your thoughts 😩

How do you think he would propose? If his girl wanted a real wedding, do you think he would do it for her (even though we know he would rather just elope and get to the honeymoon 😏)

Was also watching TikTok today and for some reason was getting a bunch about cervix bruising??? 😂 can’t help but wonder how Billy would react and take care of his girl, considering I’ve heard it’s worse than period cramps 🫣 a little part of me feels like if it was bad enough the would def shed a few tears from guilt while he’s holding his girl tight (but would also brag abt it later 😂🤭I mean, I’d let him bruise my cervix)

Completely different train of thought, but I can totally see Billy training his girl on how to drive the Camaro so that if he’s ever too wasted to drive, she can drive him home (although he WILL be backseat driving the whole time 😂)

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Hi sweetie ❤️😘 Love you

To be honest it’s just so hard for me to imagine him proposing 😂 I think he would just come out and say something like “so you wanna get married?” Or “we should get married or somethin’” 😂 He would buy you a ring though, after he was sure you’d say yes 🤭

He most definitely would not want to have a big wedding but would begrudgingly do it for you if you really wanted it.

Wait! Does it bruise? I mean I know how it feels when it gets hit, but whoa.. bruises … 😬 At that point I think someone is just being too aggressive, imo

I mean Billy would probably be pretty proud and definitely bring it up again in a kidding kind of way. But he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he’s going to try and be more careful, but if it’s huge it’s just going to happen regardless unless he’s listening to you. “Like dude, easy there” 😂 (He could bruise my cervix any day just for the record)

He’s got to really love you if he’s letting you drive his baby. But it would be so fun to write a fic where he’s teaching you to drive it and he’s getting all frustrated because you’re just naturally bad at it and you keep grinding the gears and stopping short, maybe almost hit something 😂

Makes me think of the episode of Bob’s Burgers where Tina was learning to drive in an empty parking lot, except for one car way on the other side and she manages to hit that one car 🤭 Billy would be hilarious in that situation. He’s so pissed and you’re crying so he feels bad and is trying to be nice “nah babe, it’s cool… cool”

Side note: I am writing a Max and Billy HC’s and he teaches her to drive and I imagine that scenario every time 😂

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Piece of Heaven

Prompt: Bringing them a plate of their favorite sliced fruit

A cute little fluff oneshot involving the Orange Peel theory and a very traumatized (tm) Billy. Poor boy deserves all the love

Billy x GN!Reader

Word Count: 905

No warnings, just fluff!!

Loving Billy Hargrove meant seeing just how awful his home life was. It was unavoidable, the stories you've heard, how roughed up he would look some days, the tough shell he displayed to avoid looking "weak"… it was so obvious it hurt. But you, you knew how to break down every brick wall, every defense mechanism he had was nothing compared to the love and compassion you have shown him everyday. It was scary, god knows, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't adore it. Adore you.

It was a cool spring afternoon in Hawkins, the weekend had come fast and it was the perfect time for you and Billy to relax. He sat casually in the kitchen of your shared apartment, his legs spread wide as if he owned the little breakfast nook, his little piece if heaven. His white shirt was unbuttoned down the middle, the necklace he always wore dangled between his defined pecks. A cool breeze fluttered the curtains in the kitchen window as you prance around the kitchen doing your chores, your steps light and airy. Billy watches with you with trained eyes, following your every movement with a lazy smile as you flit and flutter around the room like a little hummingbird. You feel his gaze and turn to him, giving him a comforting smile and pecking his forehead before going back to business. Something about it was so…domestic. Having a place to call his own with you in it, was something he had believed would never be for him; as if it wasn't deserved for someone like him. Yet here you are, in your own space, sharing it with him and only him. It may not have been much, your jobs combined not able to afford anything decent. But it was his, and that was enough.

You stand at the counter, pulling out a cutting board and rummaging through the fridge. You pull out some strawberries and grapes, and you grab the oranges from the bowl on your counter. You occasionally look over at the handsome man that sat at the breakfast nook, instinctively smiling at his presence. You take in his features, his ocean blue eyes curtained by his curly lashes, his smile less sly and more natural, the way his beautiful blonde curls frame his face, how much his hair has grown since you've met him…he seemed at peace, a welcome change of pace. You look away and begin to slice up the fruit in front of you, taking your sweet time cutting each one. You even peel the oranges before separating them, their citrusy aroma filling your senses and coating your hands. You suddenly feel a presence behind you, strong hands making their way around your waist as breath tickles your neck.

"Looks good." Billy whispers against your skin, his chin resting on your shoulder as he places sweet kisses on your skin.

"Me or the fruit?" you giggle, turning your face to plant a kiss on his cheek before going back to your task.

He hums and looks on as you finish up slicing the fruit, smiling sweetly at your comment, "Both." He chuckles, pulling you in closer to his muscular body. He takes a deep breath in, relaxing against you as the smell of your shampoo fills his nostrils.

You finish with the fruit, setting the knife down and splitting the fruit stacks into halves. You reach in your cabinet for some plates, grabbing two and placing the array of fruits on each. It was a colorful assortment, each slice lovingly cut and positioned on the plate before turning to your boyfriend. You hold it out to him, smiling.

"For me?" he asked, somewhat baffled at your sudden gesture. He looks down at the plate, the smell was amazing and you knew strawberries were his favorite. Each one looked as if they were cut into hearts, and it made his chest flutter with an unfamiliar feeling.

"Duh, I even peeled the oranges for you. I knew you weren't a fan of the rind anyways." You comment casually, holding the plate towards him once more.

Your smile was so…inviting. So full of love he could hardly believe it, making the fluttering in his chest stronger. He didn't know what to make if it, why were you so nice to him? Why did you want HIM? His thoughts begin to swirl over and over, only to be interrupted by a gentle touch on his cheek. His eyes meet yours, your hand gently cups his cheek. You smile again, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"I did it because I love you Billy." You state plainly, catching his lips into a slow and intimate kiss before handing him the plate. "Nothing will change that."

He looks at you with wide eyes, not sure what to make of your statement before grabbing the plate from you and smiling. It made his chest swell, how confident you were about this. How sure you were. His free hand finds your hip and he pulls you in close, kissing you with the gentle passion he has felt since being with you.

"I love you too." He whispers against your lips, his chest filled with the love he felt for you.

He sits at the breakfast nook with you, sharing fruit and passing comments about your next plans and sweet nothings. His little piece of heaven.

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i need him clutching his bulge at the thought of me

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“tumblr mutual” beloved friend I would pick up at the airport if y’all visited my home city

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How Billy shows he loves you (Gn) :

When he puts his thigh over your feet to warm them up

He picks you up and drops you off everywhere without needing to be asked

He de-ices your car in the mornings

He helps you with cooking, a pro chopper and is great at mixing and mashing even the toughest, thickest mixtures

Makes you breakfast on his days off

Glares at anyone who interrupts you when you are talking, rambling, and will interrupt them back and bring the conversation back to you

Remember things you say about friends/co-workers

He loves the gossip

Will look out for your friends, scaring off creeps, giving them a ride too when he comes to pick you up. 

He likes going to the cinema together and gasp, actually watching the movies

Listens when you talk about your day and asks follow-up questions!!

He bakes the best bread

It’s become healing for him; he tries out all the different kinds. 

Just such an acts of service guy

You need gum? Open your mouth and he’ll spit you his

Want to try out a new hairstyle? Feel free to practice on him

Need help picking an outfit, he’s there and offering his opinions. Watching you strut around and do spins? He can’t think of a better use of his time

He’s protective of you, almost to a fault; he had to learn to calm down and become a boyfriend rather than a guard dog. 

He’s still ready to bark when needed, though

Something a little bit different that I had floating in my google docs.

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Easy Access

You had been dating Billy for a while now, getting to know the local “bad boy” for yourself. He definitely knew how to keep things exciting in the quiet town of Hawkins, so when you receive a call one hot summer day, you knew it was trouble (in the best way).

Billy x Fem!Reader

Minors DNI

Word count: 4,837

TW: porn with plot, established relationship, oral (fem receiving), exhibitionism if you squint, nipple play, breast play, posessive Billy, not proofread

Let me know if there's anything I missed! Sorry this took so long, I had massive writer's block!!!

It was the summer of 1985: The hot sun blared through your windows and you lay in bed trying to fan yourself from the heat. A thin layer of sweat coated your body, each bud glistening in the harsh light of your room. Your fan just wasn’t enough to beat the heat, but the trip to the local pool was just too arduous to consider. You knew your boyfriend would be working there, the thought of him in is swim trunks…glistening in the sun…hair wet from the pool…the scene hotter than the weather itself. You would be seeing him later tonight, though, if you survived the heat that is. As you lay there, slowly melting in your oven of a room, your phone rings. You unstick yourself from your mattress and waddle over, your legs feeling as if lead weighed them down. You pick up the receiver and give your best greeting, despite the fatigue in your voice,

“Hello?” You groan slightly.

“Hey sweetheart, bad time?” A familiar voice purred in the other end. Your spine shivers at the flirty cadence of your boyfriend’s voice.

“Hardly, aren’t you on the clock right now?” You chuckle, plopping back on your bed and twirling the phone cord.

“I was ending my shift actually” Billy purrs again, you can feel his smirk through the phone, “I called because I have a surprise for you, but I doubt you would appreciate it.” He teases lightly, a chuckle grumbling in his chest.

“What do you mean?” You ask curiously, a smirk creeping across your face as you hear his promise of a surprise.

“Well,” he begins, “How do you feel about a trip to the pool after hours huh? It’s been a hot day, you need to cool off, and I know a damn good lifeguard that will be there to keep a pretty thing like you safe.” He proposes, his tone flirty and confident.

You scoff, flustered by his words. You bite your cheek before answering “Is that so? This couldn’t, you know, put your job at risk will it?” You tease back.

He hums on the other side, looking out past the office to the pool before focusing his attention back to his phone call. “Why not live a little babe? No harm done.” He goads cockily “Are you coming out or what?”

You sigh and laugh, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s antics. You plant your feet on the floor and head to your closet, carrying the phone with you. “Fine, fine.” you giggle “Is there anything you need me to wear?” You ask curiously, your smile beaming as you speak.

Billy smiles at your question, letting his imagination run wild for a bit before answering, “Shorts and a crop top” he says simply. He pauses, thinking of just how good you’ll look when he sees you before adding “make sure it’s cropped high with a tight pair of shorts…and my letterman jacket.” He finalizes.

You cock your brow at his final request, his letterman? On this hot ass day? You sigh and shake your head “What makes you think I even have your letterman with me huh?” You sass, looking for his requested items.

He scoffs at your response and rolls his eyes, amused by your sass "Because I keep it in your closet sweetheart, you forget how often I stay at your house…now hurry up, I want to see you." He pushes, a sly smirk planted on his handsome face.

You look in your closet and there it is, Billy's letterman jacket from basketball. It hung neatly between the rest of your jackets, the green and white fabric sticking out like a sore thumb. You're not sure if you should be surprised or exasperated a the fact he really planted his letterman in your closet without you noticing. You shake your head and grab the jacket from the closet, draping it over your arm as you continue to dig for the required outfit.

"Okay mister pushy, let me get changed." You tease as you pick the perfect outfit. “How am I getting there?”

He leans his muscular frame against the wall of the pool office, listening to you getting changed. He groans slightly at the thought of what you’re wearing, his cock aching at the thought. He pauses before he responds “With that attitude, I’ll make you walk.”

You stop what you’re doing when you hear he wants you to walk. “You got me fucked up if you think I’m walking all that way” you bark a retort to his little comment, “I’ll just stay home if that’s the case.” You threaten, knowing it’s an empty one.

You can hear him click his tongue at your threat, letting out a breathy chuckle. He always loved that sass of yours. “Fine…fine, I’ll come get you then.” He scoffs before pausing again, his voice lowering to a husky whisper, “Oh, and sweetheart?”

You take a breath, rolling your eyes before you decide to answer his question. “What is it love?”

Billy can feel his swim trunks grow tighter as he gives you one last request, “Wear no underwear.” He demands in a low tone, his voice a mere grumble in his throat.

You pause what you’re doing, baffled at the request. Did you hear him right? Your brain short circuits as a smirk creeps on your face. You let out a breathy chuckle, the room suddenly feeling hotter than before. “And why should I do that?” You ask cheekily, slowly changing out of your clothes.

He hears the shift in your tone and chuckles, knowing you wouldn’t be opposed by his words. “Well I want to give you your present…and I want easy access.” He breathes out his last statement, the sound making shivers run up your spine.

An intense heat rushes your face, and you begin to chew your cheek. You swear he could hear your heart pounding on the other line, and you quickly move to change the subject. “I’ll see you soon then.” You finally choke out, trying hard not to sound flustered.

He hums, knowing he’s got you hooked. His smirk never leaves his face as he answers, “Yeah, I’ll see you soon…and remember what I said.” He adds, his tone cocky.

You let out a shaky breath as the heat travels to your core. You nod before you hum an agreement and hang up, the silence in your room deafening. Your mind races at the thought of what he has planned for you, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t excite you.

You take your time to change into some booty shorts and put on a Metallica shirt you had cropped short, making sure to follow his request for no underwear. Your core aches as your mind wonders to Billy’s “surprise” later this evening. You grab some tennis shoes and wrap his letterman jacket from basketball around your shoulders, putting on some perfume before heading out the door, waving your mom goodbye. Down the street, you could hear his Camaro purring as he speeds to your house. He honks a few times before you step out, and rolls down the passenger window to greet you.

Billy’s cock throbs at the sight of you, his mind already going crazy at the thought of you in his letterman jacket. There you are, wearing exactly what he asked of you…and damn are you a fucking sight. The way your thighs squeezed in your shorts, the Metallica tee cropped just short enough for your perfect tits to peak through the bottom, his letterman draped on your figure. He growls before greeting you,

“Get in pretty girl” he gruffly states, his smile making you melt at the knees.

You feel his hungry gaze lap you up, a flustered smile graces your features as you approach the car. You lean into the open window, “Someone is impatient” you tease, trying to hide the fact that he has you wrapped around his finger.

Billy reaches across the dash and grabs your chin, making you to look at him, “Stop teasing, I haven’t seen you all day… and you look damn good” he pauses, his eyes darting down and noticing what he requested you to wear. “Now get your cute ass in the car babe.”

You look at him a bit longer, biting your lip before you relent and open the car door. You slip into the passenger seat, feeling his thick hand snake its way onto your thigh, giving it a quick squeeze before speeding off.

The ride felt as if it was taking forever…between him squeezing and rubbing your inner thigh and the hem of your shorts rubbing your clit just right made time go insanely slow. You could lose your mind at this rate. You can feel Billy glancing over at you occasionally, his hand riding higher and higher at each red light. You swear you could feel his pinky teasing your clothed pussy before the pool rolled into sight. A sigh leaves your chest, somewhat relieved the tension from the ride is dissipating, only to be replaced with excitement and anticipation. Your chest swells as he parks the car, watching as he shuts off the engine and gets out of the car. He circles around and opens the door for you, his hand wrapping around your hip as he guides you to the pool office.

“Now, we gotta sneak in here so no one finds out, got it” he speaks lowly, pulling the keys from his pocket and opening the office door, holding it open for you. You shoot him a worried look,

“It’s just us right? No one else is here? You said it would just be us-” You look around, suddenly feeling apprehensive about your situation.

“I may have lied a little” he interrupts casually before he shuts the door behind him and locks it. He walks towards you, pulling you in by your waist and caging you against the nearest wall. His face was inches away from yours, close enough that he can smell that perfume you sprayed on.

“Billy!” You stare at him wide eyed but he only laughs, his lips connecting with your neck. “Kidding… wouldn’t be too mad if there was an audience though.” he whispers against your neck, his hot tongue slides on your skin to your earlobe.

Your body shivers as you feel the warmth of his mouth in your skin, but your body stays tense. His hands begin to wander, tracing every curve as he hungrily nips and bites at your neck.

“Relax a little babe, it’s just us, I promise” he huskily whispers, his breath against your ear giving you chills.

He chuckles as he presses his muscular body closer to yours, and his knee slips in between your legs, placing sweet pressure against your aching pussy. His hands roam from your waist to your ass, placing a quick smack before gripping your ass cheek in his hand. You can’t help but moan, his sudden passion making you weak in the knees. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy his spontaneity, and it only made you crave him more. He grinds his thick thigh between your legs harder, pushing your legs apart with ease while his hands grip tightly onto your hips.

“God you sound so perfect…” he growls against your skin, his body pressing you firmly against the wall.

You feel his thick cock against your thigh as he grinds against it, and he bites down on the flesh of your neck making you shudder and let out a mewl of pleasure. His hands keep their grip on your hips, guiding them as you desperately grind his thigh, trying to control your pace. You feel his thigh press even tighter on your sweet spot and you let out another small whimper. You're suddenly lifted, your back slammed against the wall as Billy's lips connect with yours, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His tongue invades your mouth, swallowing any moan that escaped your lips. As your tongues dance together in a heated kiss, you grip onto his shirt for dear life. To ground yourself? To keep yourself sane? Before you could completely melt into his touch, Billy breaks the kiss with only a thread of spit to connect the two of you.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he whispers to you, his piercing gaze sending a wave of need to your already wet pussy. You only smile, somewhat breathless from the kiss. "Was that not the plan the whole time?" you tease, keeping eye contact as you nip his bottom lip.

Billy grunts, he’s starting to lose his patience. He tightens his grip on your ass and thighs as he lifts you up, making you squeak in surprise. He clears the desk behind the two of you with a swoop of his hand before plopping you on its surface. He stands in between your legs and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him,

"I’m not the one who started all this teasing, doll." he says, heat radiating from his body. You giggle, giving him a cheeky smile before responding, "Then what was that whole bit about 'wearing no underwear for easy access' hm?" you purr, "By definition that means you started the teasing."

"You little minx." he growls before crashing his lips to yours once again, his hands sliding their way to the hem of your shorts…so achingly close to your needing pussy. His thumbs slide gently past where you needed him the most and back again, and he smiles against your lips when you whine in protest.

"So needy already? I've barely touched you…" He purrs as his lips trace your jawline and find your collarbone, gently kissing and sucking the sensitive skin.

You let out a shaky breath, your hands grabbing the beltloops of his pants and yanking him closer. His chest was now flush to yours, the grip on your thighs tighter and tighter while his thumbs trace soft circles on your inner thigh. With each nip and suck in your neck, waves of need and pleasure hit your core like a bus, sending a slick wetness to the barely clothed area. He lets go of your neck with a slick POP before admiring the work he's done on you; your neck and shoulder littered with the love bites he's left. Just a reminder for you and anyone else who you belong to. Against your protests, his hands move from your thighs to under your shirt, lifting it above your boobs before pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. He pulls away from your neck to look at your needy face, his blue eyes keeping your gaze as your eyes are half lidded. He loves this look, makes his cock throb at how you react to his touch. He's close, his minty breath making your mind spiral as he ghosts his lips over yours. You can't help but stare, your breath hitching as he flicks and plays with your nipple, the pleasure making your mind mush.

Billy groans at the sight, pushing you lower and lower before your back lays on the desk. His lips now ghost your skin, his gaze never wavering from yours as he traces the contours of your body. He moves to the center of your chest, licking at the space between your boobs, his hands going to your waist, pushing you further down on the desk.

"God princess, you look so damn good like this. I mean, you look good, but you look even better underneath me." He grumbles before peppering kisses on and around your boobs, nipping and sucking each nipple as he passes them.

You gasp slightly, mouth agape as you watch him unravel you with ease. You can feel his cock grind against you, it growing harder by the second against your aching core. Blush riddles your face as you melt under him, and he gives you a sly smile.

“Look at you, all blushing because of me. So adorable. I can’t wait to see what other pretty sounds I can get out of you." he says as he pinches your nipple and pulls it slightly, forcing a loud moan to leave your pouted lips. He chuckles darkly at the sound as it goes straight to his throbbing dick. Your hands find his torso and you yank at his shirt as your back arches in pleasure. He looks down at you, your shirt hiked over your chest and his letterman jacket pooled behind you…needy and desperate for him… he smiles before sliding his shirt over his head and discarding it on the floor.

"Better babydoll?" He whispers, leaning close enough to feel his hot breath against your ear. You nod, cupping his face and bringing it close to yours

"How bad do you want me?" You whisper against his lips, caressing them with your own as you look deep into his eyes, gaze lustful and hazed.

He moans and grips your thighs, pushing you up a bit so your chest is level with his face. He leans in and nips at your neck, his voice is deep and raspy when he speaks, "I want you so bad it hurts. I want to hear you scream my name, feel your nails scratching down my back. I want you under me as I make you cum over and over again." He purrs, grinding deep into your needy core.

Your body shivers at his words and you let out a sweet hum, caressing his face as he peppers kisses against your skin. Your hands find his soft blond curls and you run your fingers through them, gripping it at the base of his neck and making him look at you as you speak, "Then make me sing your name like a hymn to a forbidden god." You coo, giving him a smirk.

His eyes darken at your words, and something in him snaps. He grumbles something incoherent before you are yanked towards his hips, your ass dangling off the edge of the desk. Before you could grasp what was happening, Billy unbuttons your shorts and rips them off your hips, tossing them to the side like a used rag. He growls at the sight, your perfect pussy on display in front of him. He grips beneath your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest for a better view, practically drooling. He wanted a taste, to lap you up like a life force. His face hovers your needing cunt, his hot breath hitting your clit. He looks up at you one more time before speaking in a husky whisper.

"So wet for me baby, s'fucking delicious." He grumbles, rubbing his thumb over your slit teasingly. "Be a good girl and cum on my tongue."

He plunges his face into your pussy, finally getting a taste of you after a long day. Your back arches at the sudden sensation, a moan leaving your lips as his tongue licks a long stripe up your core. He impatiently gets to work, swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking on the sensitive nub. The sounds he makes are lewd and obscene, sucking and slurping at your pussy as he takes what's his. It drives him insane, your taste, your sounds…he wants more. All the while, your body twitches and bucks towards his face, needing to feel every inch of his thick tongue. He nips your clit, making your thighs instinctively close around his face as you whimper at the sharp sensation. He growls, the feeling rumbling deep in your core before he takes your legs and yanks them more open than before. He places pressure on your hips now, lifting his face to speak to you.

"Don't. Move." He orders his tone final, leaving no room for negotiation before he lowers his face and shoves his tongue deep into your needing hole, tongue fucking you.

The sudden filling sensation sends your mind reeling, your hand moving to his hair as you try to push him away "Baby…wait!" you cry out in vein. Billy does not listen, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper as he swirls his tongue around your pulsing walls.

Your breathing gets heavy, your chest rising and falling as your release comes quick. His tongue feels so good, and you could never get enough. You'd only hoped to last a little longer, but you knew better. You were weak for him, every touch, every groan… it was heaven. You grasp his curls and pull his face closer, your hips now bucking into the sensation as he laps at your wet pussy. He groans as you pull his hair, his licking getting more frantic as he feels you getting closer.

"That's right baby, cum f'me" he muffles into your core, his tongue swirling your clit once more. With one final flick of his tongue, you come undone. Your whole body shivers as you cum on his face, and you let our a screaming moan, "Billy!~". He doesn't stop until you ride out your high, drinking up every last bit of you until your body collapses back onto the desk.

Your breathing evens out after a few minutes, a thin coat of sweat lines your brow as you finally come down from your high. You bite your lip, slowly sitting up to look at your boyfriend, his letterman jacket draping off your shoulders. He looks up to you and flashes you his signature smile.

"Fuck baby." Billy chuckles, his face dripping with you as he peels his head back to look at your fucked out face. The sight alone made his cock jump. Blush littered your face, your chest bobbed up and down as you breathed, your hair stuck to your forehead… such a perfect sight. You are gorgeous to him, but he wasn't done with you yet.

He pulls from you, his hands quickly finding the hem of his shorts as he pulls them past his thick thighs. His cock springs from the fabric, the thick shaft already leaking with precum. Your eyes fall on the delicious sight, your mouth agape. His begins to pump his hand over his cock, making long strokes as he steps closer to you.

"Like what you see princess?" He asks, his cocky smirk never leaving his pink lips as he pumps the thick shaft more. You can feel his breath on your eyelashes as his lips ghost over yours.

You look on hungrily, your eyes never leaving his as you reach out and grasp his cock, your hand barely able to wrap around him. "I always have." You whisper back to him seductively as you stroke him slowly.

He groans at the feeling, gently bucking his hips into your hand as his hands land on either side of your hips. His lips find the skin of your neck once again as he attacks it with more love bites and trails of saliva. He moans against your skin as your pace quickens, and your feel him bite down on your collarbone. "S'right baby, just like that." He moans in your ear. Your touch is driving him to the brink of insanity, and he needed you right now.

His hand trails up your body and he pushes down slightly before pulling you back towards the edge of the desk. He positions himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours. The air was thick, the office humid from the body heat and the smell of sex filled the air. There was a tense silence between the two of you, both bodies charged and wanting. His lips trail your features as his cock slowly enters you, stretching you as your walls wrap perfectly around him. You instinctively wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, needing something to hold on to as he pushes in deeper.

Billy bottoms out with a grunt, his forehead pressing against yours as his grip on your hips tightens. You felt so good…so unbelievably good. You let out a mewl, feeling his cock twitch inside you as he slowly begins to rut his hips into yours. His lips captures yours in a passionate kiss, much slower and more intimate than the last. He drinks up every whimper and moan as he thrust his hips into you, loving every sound you make. He hooks your leg around his arm, lifting it just slightly as his pace quickens. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, each thrust hitting your sweet spot in perfect rhythm and your head flies back. He watches as you unravel for him, and he revels in the sight. Your moans like a song encouraging him to keep going.

"You like that baby?" He husks to you between grunts, pulling you even closer so your bodies could be flushed together.

"Fuck…Yes baby~" You respond in a moan, feeling waves of pleasure crash through your body. It felt electric, every movement felt like a rush and it never got old. It didn't help that he looked gorgeous like this; his eyes blown out from pleasure, his face flushed, his curls sticking to his face…you craved this.

His thrusts get faster, jolting your body forward and making your boobs bounce. Lewd noises fill the pool office: Grunts, moans, the wet clap of skin thrusting into skin… it was like a scene straight from a porno. Billy's face falls into your neck as he ravages the skin, you only hang on for dear life as he uses you like a personal fuck toy. Your walls close around him and spasm, indicating your release coming soon once again as his name dances on your lips over and over again.

"Billy…So…close." You whimper into his ear and he growls against your skin. He was close to, and he wanted you to cum together. His pace gets sloppy, frantic, needing to get to both of your releases.

"That's right baby, cum for me…scream my fucking name." He growls between grit teeth, thrusting harder into you and making you squeak. Your tongue dances at the roof of your mouth, feeling the overwhelming sensation build in your core before you finally let go.

"Fuck…Fuck…Billy!" A string of curses leaves your lips as you cum once again, your back arching into him as your eyes roll back. He pulls from your neck and watches as you unravel beneath him, driving him to his own orgasm. With a loud grunt, he thrust deep, hot strings of cum spilling into you as he rides out his own high. He ruts his hips a few more times before resting his weight onto you, his breaths labored as sweat drips down his brow. You huff, your chest bobbing as you try to catch your breath.

Billy peppers kisses on your shoulder, trailing up to your face before capturing you in a kiss. "We should do that more often." He chuckles, making you giggle as well.

"Maybe we should…I think the jacket really did it for you." You giggle again, gesturing to the now soaked letterman jacket laying at your hips. He scoffs at that, but doesn't disagree in the slightest.

With one swift motion, Billy picks you up and sets you back on the ground. He finds your shorts and hands them to you, pulling up his own to your disappointment. You two begin to get dresses, cleaning up any mess left behind by your escapades. His hands trail your body once you are done, his lips finding your neck again before speaking, "Ready to go?"

You nod and smile. pecking his lips before stepping out into the cool summer night. The sun had set, and the sky was dark and littered with stars. Billy locks up behind you two and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close. You walk to the Camaro together before realizing… "You know, we never went swimming." You comment, looking up at him.

He nods his head slightly and smiles, "But you did get wet…" he retorts and your jaw drops. "Are you serious right now?!" You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of laughing, but you couldn't help it.

Billy only shrugs, barking a laugh at your reaction before squeezing your hip, "C'mon babe, have a sense of humor, you know I had to." He flashes you a cheesy grin and you roll your eyes.

When you reach the Camaro, Billy opens the door for you and waits for you to get in, closing the door and circling the car and plopping into the driver's seat. The car turns on with a roar, and his hand finds its way to your thigh once again before speeding off into the night. You never knew what you were going to get with Billy Hargrove, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy every minute.

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